Luyện nghe bài hát That's Me

"music might sound strange and beautiful. You feel disembodied,..
boundless, helplessly through space..."

[Jamie
me,
the one you see in dreams
or sinner,
the message is embedded in the
Ugly as they might
from the dirt and scum
and to be no one

me,
straight up out my tree and out my
In the alley, with a gat looking to bash your wit it
Watch your blood drain outcha onto the ground
And take ya to my grave where you will be found

[Jamie
me,
Not giving a fuck
unstoppable and I don't have to pretend
Not Rocky, but I'm sure to your skull
Drink saki, when I'm smokin' paw

me,
kids call me Louie
Cause my rides by my side on the daily,
It to me
It tells me who to on (ride on)
We are a and it's your life we decide on (C'mon)

You you know me
And my sound (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Yet in the end they all down (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

[Monoxide
me
Standin' in a puddle of
Smokin' a fat ass cuttin' it up like WHUT??
Feelin' really lonely, and all my homies are
At least what the voices in my head
Just

HEY!!

[Shaggy 2
me all up in your mug dont get it punched.
Knock (who There?), now ya lips all fucked up.
I stop my rims stop too.
Then i back out on ya face ya motha fucka you.

That's Me, crazy, and I'm fucked up and, I got a hostage and the
are just me mad.
Negotiations fell through watch it on the news i shot that
motha fucka in plain view.
[Shaggy 2
me, What bitch? You got somthin to say?
Why my knuckles always got you prints all up in em? (ooo)
I em. Why ya face so rough?
duct tape on the fingers and I'm back the fuck up.

You you know me
And my sound (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Yet in the end all wannabe down (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Killa]
That's me behind you, Mad as hell, Nose flarin.
all those strange sounds, in ya face starin.
Knockin trash cans, breakin 40 bottles.
Villian from the streets, I'm a role model.

J]
That's me in a clown wig, a machete.
Pig blood on my chest to bring the like confetti.
That's me wicked shit, fuck hardcore
I throw in the crowd and have em runnin for the door.
[Anybody
That's me, right you shoulda known a little better.
I be motha fuckas for whatever, whenever.
Spinkle dust the dead inside ya favorite drink.
Then sit back and laugh and watch fat ass head shrink.

J]
That's me, the virgin pussy popper, chopper.
Swingin blades a helicopter. Murder alotta.
That's me and notice I'm for the Lotus.
Like a kamikaze I hit the vocal booth and blow this (shit the up.... so shut the fuck up.)

You you know me
And my Juggalo (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Yet in the end they all wannabe (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)